#things you see on the subway

[visualwritingprompts2]

Visual Writing Prompt #551

#visual writing prompt #writing prompts #writing help #writing tips #writing inspiration #theater kid #theater #opera #theater costume #opera costume #jester #red and white #subway #things you see on the subway #all dressed up #standing out #train ride #unexpected

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #bless their hearts but they’re nasty #it’s funny because like #each and every one of them has moments #where they’re a typical disgusting teenage boy #and then the next they have STANDARDS #can’t blame Leo for being so determined to go to a spa #even if he nearly licked his own foot that’s prob cleaner than anything else the boys have been up to in years 💀 #thank you shelldon for all your hard work cleaning after then 🙏 #they’re all gross teenage boys!!! #even Donnie he is NO exception here #bro was DRINKING A BEVERAGE while wading through sewer water he is just as gross as his bros #bro also talks with his mouth full he is no more refined than his equally gross bros fr and I love it #but yeah no way that water isn’t disgusting even filtering it would still leave grime on the walls of the sewer for yearsss #pros of them moving into an abandoned subway system is fixing their sense of smell enough to not be as gross #100% that’s part of why they didn’t mind being so filthy pre shelldon #because I mean they were literally raised in the sewers and they’re teenage boys like that’s a double whammy #THEY ALSO DONT WEAR SHOES #the few times any of them do the shoes are discarded before heading home 💀 #I love them tho they are endearing anyhow #April’s immune system must be godlike just being around them fr #honestly no joke Mikey’s probably the cleanest of them all #just by virtue of being a chef #Leo I see as a mixture since he no doubt loves to pamper himself so he’s clean like #a percentage of time before he goes out and ruins his own hard work #Donnie is similar in that he’s just VERY SELECTIVE about what he thinks is too gross #Raph may be more on the stinky end but it’s not his fault he has his stinks and eats things of dubious origin(esp since his bros ate poison) #Donnie and Leo really have the gall to be sick about Raph eating the origami salami but they have no room to talk #all their villains are prob like please stay away from us we have salmonella now

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

Has anyone ever thought of the possibility of people in hisui getting a magazine from AFTER ingo and akari go home with either or both of them on it. Like they've already left and lo and behold in the tail end of the entire mess a magazine appears with one of them on the cover looking fresh stunning and most importantly happy. If it were Ingo i feel like he'd be all dressed up goth on the cover of like Vogue or something lmao (i don't think he wouldn't get famous if he wasn't already after coming home. Theyd want the publicity+cool extint Pokémon on the cover). If it were akari shed probably be like posing all badass like the badass teenager she is, scars in full view (she's a survivor!!!!!!). Inside is a little tidibit of their life after coming home. It would be both funny as hell to see them react to how they are in their element and like connect the dots for their strange behaviors AND bring closure to the people they left in hisui. They may never know this but the people in the past do

If anyone uses this idea tag me i may or may not read it but i want to know if you liked it enough to do something with it. I'll probably just keep daydreaming to myself about it lol

Edit: btw there's a whole section talking about everyone's battle prowess and the battle subway for the funnies. Just so you know

#ingo #ingo pokemon #subway boss ingo #submas ingo #pokemon ingo #warden ingo #akari #pokemon akari #akari pokemon #why do they have so may tags #anyway hello people this idea has plagued me mind enough for me to make a dramatic comeback to the tags #i will now disappear again for untold amounts of time #i wish i could be here #but my brain decided to do a funny and annhilate me with ten thousand ocd beams every time i see a smidge of content- #-that even vaguely implies angst. even in my mind lol (<-suffering from the horrors)(doing FAR *FAR* better than i was even just- #-a few months ago tho. just get the occasional panic moment. ig we cant have everything) #anyway goodbye gamers see you in five to ten business months #submas positivity #oh btw last thing emmet is def there with him #maybe not on the cover but in other photos inside of the magazine they all posed together #yes elesa also #i have such a clear view of this curse my undeveloped drawing abilities #jkjk im not being mean to myself lol im getting better #just imagine him on the cover posing with chandelure and sneasler and zoroark in the background and theyre all menacing #except him cause hes smiling so genuenly happy and like kind looking. something something ghosts don't have to be scary

[esprei]

Submas request!! What if they were mechanics instead of conductors, building and fixing trains

omg this idea is so cool, i love it so much you have no idea personally i think they would be the best train fixing duo in the entire region

#nothing-to-see-here-bud #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo #emmet #my art #here i have emmet ready to hand ingo whatever tool he needs next #wrench? you got it #actually they're probably really in sync when it comes to that kind thing askljdlkfjsdf #but yeah #emmet might goof around sometimes and hand ingo the wrong thing on purpose #but they always get the job done #also i don't know the first thing about the undercarriage of a train #if that's what it's called #just... pretend this train got seriously derailed it's verrrrry broken #they'll crane it back onto the tracks once it's in running order #bc i could figure out my reference completely #anyway i'm rambling lol #.

[vero-valzer]

Warden Ingo from Pokémon Legends: Arceus at Sakura-Con 2024

@vero-valzer as Warden Ingo

@rekkazor.cos (Instagram) as Volo

@palmtop_kitty (Instagram) as Pearl Clan Leader Irida

#Sakura-Con #sakura con #Sakura-Con 2024 #Sak 2024 #cosplay #crossplay #submas #subway boss ingo #warden ingo #pokemon #pokémon #pokemon legends arceus #legends arceus #ingo #nobori #ノボリ #subway master #subway master ingo #battle subway #pokemon black and white #pokémon legends arceus #pokémon black and white #it's been a million years since i shared my own content on tumblr. figured it might be fun to share my most recent ''niche''(?) cosplay her #will admit to ordering the complete cosplay--wasn't satisfied--proceeded to weather and modify it within the timeframe i had before con #figuring out the wig and sideburns(???) bangs(???) was also a trick lol #some things I'd like to modify or change further if i decide to wear him again but for a first outing as him--not bad I'd say! #the fact that the people who knew who i was were SO EXCITED to see him helped bolster my confidence so much #apparently!!! i missed a singular Emmet cosplayer the day before who had a sign saying ''have you seen my brother?'' and i went 😭 #i wish the stars had aligned for us to meetup the day we were both of the Submas twins. i might've just cried on the spot tbh #my cosplay

[subwaytostardew]

I just remembered the best thing to exist, SPOUSE ROOMS. Do you guys have them drawn out yet? We've seen the patios, but what about their rooms?

I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS... We did have spouse rooms drafted up but... Interior design is not my forte! I hated them. These are my ugly first drafts from months ago when I had no idea what to do.

I wanted to move away from the whole office/work room look and shift it more towards their hobbies. So of course they should have a model railroad somewhere. I put off actually attempting to sprite a model railroad until yesterday and I did nothing but work on them all the livelong day. I ended up with two different layouts because I hated the first one.

I tried basing the first off of the actual Stardew map and wanted to sprite their respective sides of the tunnel so I put off spriting it until I was done with Emmet's 8 heart event. But... that ended up being too hard to sprite in such a tiny area! I can hardly draw a train on it!

The perfectionist in me did not like it not making sense so they wouldn't like it either. The point of their railroad layouts is escapism into their perfect little world so I scrapped the first and made a new layout.

Now their spouse rooms look like this!

I played a bit with the floor layout to reference their Japanese names. With Ingo's/Nobori's you make your way upwards to a higher state! With Emmet's/Kudari's room, you descend into... wherever his mind's at.

I wanted both of their rooms to feel cozy (so even if the rest of the house is ugly at least they can stay in their room 🥲 I'm bad at furnishing and Stardew's options do not help). Ingo's was supposed to feel more secluded and well, tucked in... because he's ingoing. For Emmet's, I had the mental image of him running around, getting supplies for drawing/scrapbooking/etc. and leaving space to set up lighting/different angles when he takes pictures of his model railroad. Occasionally his back hurts and he has to lay down on the couch for a couple minutes. Or maybe you force him into a break there.

Ingo's room is more focused on being a quiet space for him to read or write. Emmet's is where he goes to keep his mind busy with his various occupations outside of work. The railroad layout is the same (I don't want to sprite a third...) but I imagine that Ingo's is around more for the ambiance while Emmet is more hands on and actively working on maintaining it.

The trains are animated, too! I made the layout with animation in mind.

I did lose track of what I was doing despite that. It took so many frames to animate. I refuse to do that again.

I hope you like their spouse rooms!

▷ Station Steward Thylak

#mail car connecting line #subway to stardew #subway to stardew terminal station #They both need couches for their achey backs #Speaking from experience making tiny trains broke me omg #Walls and floors are custom too but ehhh.... not as much to say there compared to the railroad #Hints of blue and purple on Ingo's for Chandelure; blue and yellow on Emmet's walls for Eelektross #Shelf has an up triangle down triangle layout in mind too #We sprited up a few new things for their house too which you can see here... Thank you Kade for the photo frames #Emmet actually has a mirror to have a 6 heart crisis in now #He can still freak out as a househusband #He still does

[shaniacsboogara]

waiting for your next dnd session after answering some incredibly concerning messages from the dm

#it's so silly because yes our dm is so kind (👹HELLO SHEILA👹) but also the POWER YOU HOLD #praying you see this actually #because when i got those messages i was in the middle of diffusing my hair #in a cozy little bathrobe kneeling on my floor for about an hour because my curly hair is a bitch #and i was scrolling through tiktok with captions on while the blowdryer went NNNNNNNNNNNN in my ear #because i need two things going at once like those subway surfers videos I can't just diffuse my hair for an hour with no phone #AND THEN I SEE *REDACTED* AND I AUDIBLY CACKLE #BECAUSE HOLY SHIT THAT'S SUCH A CONCERNING THING TO ASK SOMEONE BUT I'M THRILLED THAT YOU'RE ASKING IT #duck game #dnd

[mattodore]

Seven Sins Challenge: Which of your OCs fits pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. Then pass it on...

feel like i’m shamecubing matthias here but 🤷

#thank you for sending this to me btw <3 made me laugh just bc like. i knew matthias would be forced to look in the mirror for once #…too bad it just made him smile 🙄 #theo’s a little greedy too but it’s not like. enough to really classify him with it #also!!! mattodore didn't fit sloth at all… esp. not theo. so 🫵 forcing everyone to see one of my other ocs for once #dionte sleeps a lot… #even before he was turned into a werewolf and started getting prophetic visions he was still there falling asleep on subways #and he was NAWT meant for working. he was meant for batting his pretty little lashes and having things handed to him on a silver platter #river dipping #asks #agena87 #matthias evanoff #theodore doe #dionte duval #echthroi #lykos #ts4 #AHHHHH!!!!!!!! this puts me down to only four more asks left in my inbox 😋😋😋😋😋 #this is so crazy icb how clean it’s looking in there…. #two of these are just the same tag game and idk if i need to answer them anymore bc i answered that message from morri that was similar #hm… #um and then the last two are oc questions abt mattodore 😁 one is spoiler territory tho so i don’t think i can answer it </3

[cuz-reasons]

Summary: Emmet and Akari ride the Rondez-View. Ingo cooks dinner for his family.

The end!

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #wing au #thats the fic! #i am once again getting emotional about finishing a fic #im gonna cry #this ones prolly gonna hold a special place in my heart between it being the longest thing ive currently written and #how much happened in my life while working on it #but now its done! #still got a billion other things cooking so this wont be the last you see of my writing #but in the meantime #hope you enjoy! #tracks through the clouds

[archersxartxblog]

you know that feeling when you have a horrible idea?

I just thought of the possibility of Caleb and Fjord being born in the Warden's twins universe. and I don't mean like how I was originally going to introduce them, but like Young Ingo and Emmet are still in Hisui When both Caleb and Fjord are born, Zisu is basically their step mom.

Warden Ingo having to tell the twins they're going to be big brothers, Emmet gets to be a big brother. older Emmet in the present is either excited or surprised when Ingo returns with this nephews. Little Ingo coming to the realization that this is his future and isn't sure how to process any of it.

the crazy thing is it could work.

IDK, been trying to come up with something to write/draw and my brain just spat out this.

#submas #pokemon au #subway boss ingo #from hisui to unova #warden's twins #ingo's kids #subway bosses #Idk this might be insanity or the exact thing I need to continue Warden's Twins #I'd probably have to redo the From Hisui to Unova fic but that's fine #the timelines are merging #Fjord: 'you wanna see some weird shit' *slams down his family tree project*

[natreads]

I don't think I've ever mentioned it here but I'm trying to move out of my parents' house lmao and it's BRUTAL out here, the rents are crazy. BUT I found one with an acceptable rent that I can afford if I make sure to finish my projects quicker (it's possible, I'm just very unmotivated) or, you know, get another job which I've been trying to do for the past year and a half. anyway. it's in a good location and partly furnished and the bedroom and kitchen are in alcoves which I prefer. also five minutes from my bookstore job. I sent a message about being interested so now we cross our fingers. I'd move in feb/march so I can prepare a bit too. aahhh I really want it

#nat talks #if the bookstore calls me now and then too that will be great #or if maybe I can work weekends?? we'll see #but most importantly it takes three minutes to walk to the subway as opposed to my current 15-20 #omg can you IMAGINE #although I don't think I can fit my bookshelves lmao #I'd have to see it irl first though so I can figure it out fully then #edit: the only thing is that electricity isn't counted in the rent and as we all know the electricity prices are also crazy

[the-archpriest-and-the-outcast]

Until They Are Forgotten

He never quite knows where he will wind up wandering when he casts himself out into the Warp. Instead of merely listening to the melody, he allows himself to become one with it. To feel the thrum beat within the fiber of his being. To hear the choirs of endless voices cry and scream, blending into song.

This time, an odd note of melancholy is what drives him onward and in. Something has been gently needling at his conscious mind, and so he has gone out to investigate what it may be. Such journeys could take minutes, hours, days, years, or longer. He never knows and has not cared.

Following the note, sustained and faint like one held too long upon a violin, he finds himself reaching his destination. Within the realm of thoughts and dreams, he feels dust and ash coating his feet. He tastes the dry, acrid air. Smells the smoke, thick and billowing, filling his chest.

But what he sees is not the desolation he feels. No, he sees thousands of souls, all gathered, weeping, pleading, roaring...

An endless tide of them. As far as he could possibly perceive. Thousands. Millions.

He recognizes them. He knows them. He remembers weeping for them. The pain in his chest that refused to leave him for weeks. The same pain that twisted and coiled and almost turned to indifference. He feels the ash between his fingers. Feels the grip of cloth, the struggles of a feeble man, speaking what he thought to be heresy, and what he now understood as a form of the Truth.

He looks at the sea of souls. He listens. He hears their melodious suffering, how it blends with the background hum of the universe itself. He reaches out to them all with hands made of radiant gold, and feels as they reach back. He feels the small hands of children, grasping at his long fingers; the rough, firm hands of honest workers; the delicate hands of artisans and writers; the grasp of those feeble in body, yet strong in mind and will; how some grip his hand as though desperate for something to cling to, and others as though they are greeting an old friend.

He sees them. Sees their eyes, their minds, their hearts. Sees them as they once were, and now are. Sees the fear. Desperation. Conviction. Anger. Grief. Friends, families, lovers, all still together despite how time-ravaged they all are. Some barely remember what they were. Others remember well.

He listens. Hears the tales parents once told children. The jokes once passed between friends. The arguments once held between lovers. The jabs between rivals and enemies. The mundane hum of existence, maintained in this one space.

This space could be anywhere, he knows. This place could be a chasm, a palace, a city square, a forest, a field. It matters not. All that matters is that all of them are here.

His eyes close. He tightens his grip on their hands. He allows himself to remember the bone-deep ache that pursued him from this moment onward. He allows himself to remember the anger that burned in him so brightly before it smoldered. He allows himself to remember the act that set him down this path. A quiver of the lip. The feeling of dry ash coating and covering beautiful golden skin, revealed by thin tracks that glistened in the low candlelight. Skin that earned him his name.

Aurelian.

He hears it now, being whispered through the gathered souls. He hears all his titles, murmured with reverence or spat with hatred.

He feels their grips all tighten with his own. Something builds within all of them. It is an overwhelming tide of emotion. It is sorrow. It is grief. It is pain. It is fear.

And strangest of all, it is understanding. His time here is impermanent, as is theirs. Soon he will leave, and they will dissipate. They will become one with the endless song, and he will find a note to untangle anew.

Some are scared. Some are too weary to feel fear, and simply wish to move on once more.

His eyes open. The gathering before him flickers between packs of formless and nameless daemons, and the forms of the humans they once embodied. He sees their souls. He sees who they once were. Sees their hunger. Their pain. None see the Neverborn quite as he does. None take the time to have these moments with them, for them to remember who they were, and for them to remind the pilgrim that he, too, was human once.

Slowly, he uncurls his hands from the crowd. The scent of ash, the feeling of smoke, the view of the gathering all begins to fade. Back into the melody they vanish. He remembers the eyes that stare at him mere moments before they are swept along. Remembers the feel of the smaller hands that tried to hold on for just a few moments longer. The whispers and pleas to just remember them.

And, as swiftly as he found this place, he leaves. A single tear trails from him, falling, forming itself into a wisp that fades after a few fickle moments of existence.

He returns to his confines upon a world of madness and horror. Within a chamber, with walls covered in a language never meant to be uttered by physical beings, he sits. He folds his legs. Feels the cloth against his gilded, tattooed skin. Reaches for a stylus and ink with only one pair of hands. And for the briefest of moments, he sees eyes that he had not stared into in millennia reflected back in that dark pool of ink.

With a shuddering breath, he reaches for paper, and begins to write. Allows his emotions, his thoughts, his memories to flow onto the pages. He sits like this for hours. For days. For weeks. He writes names. Writes what he felt. Writes what he saw. He writes and writes and writes.

When his hands finally still, pages fill the room. He feels the tenseness and soreness that should not be there. He feels all the physical limitations he swore he had shed long ago. As he stands, it all falls away. The facade of anything human flees, leaving behind a strange little god-thing. A perfect representation of Chaos Undivided, wrapped in the gold of its most powerful enemy.

But deep within its chest, there is the dullest of aches. A promise. A reminder. Remember why you are here. Why you quest so hard for the Truth. Why you stare into the abyss and have become one with it. Remember the blood, the tears, the suffering that formed each step to this pathway. Remember the sorrow. The stares.

The pages are organized and compiled with naught but an idle thought into loose bound tomes and journals to be studied later. He feels the tug again. There is a note out of alignment, and it demands his attention.

He wonders where the song will take him this time.

#lorgar aurelian #warhammer 40k #word bearers #this is just a drabble thing not an rp thing #so feel free to reblog if you like #i know its cliche to write about lorgar and monarchia #however i had a writing bug and i decided to just see where it led me #sorry if this is kinda hard to follow #this is definitely supposed to come across as barely coherent cause this is kinda how i think his mind is working at this point #my intention was to keep it feeling loose and lucid #i wanted to show what i think this is part of his meditations #its strange and formless and is never quite clear cut on why hes experiencing what he experiences #this was also partially inspired by Auf dem Hügel by Subway to Sally #very much recommend

[leavingautumn13]

wip of a big nimbasa trio thing i found while going through old art. actually really like this one; gonna finish it

#submas #nimbasa trio #pokemon #pokemon bw #gym leader elesa #subway boss ingo #emolga #archeops #autumn.art #autumn.wip #autumn.fandom #going to bed now. if you see me on any more hit me with a rolled up newspaper #i need to sleep #wait. there's just one more thing. #this is goth ingo propaganda #he WILL be wearing a band t shirt and black nail polish in the final piece #do you see my vision #i'm not tagging emmet. like those are his hands but i'm not tagging him

[feroluce]

Obsessing over the new ingirida / nobokai possibilities in pokemas after the pla update because oh my goddddddddd

Just. Irida hanging out with the twins for a few days in Pasio, getting to spend time with them and even become friends, and realizing that this really is Ingo, but it's not her Ingo, at least not yet. But she doesn't really have any way of knowing what to do about this, and she can't stick around long enough to figure it out. She has to go back.

Irida very seriously taking Ingo's hands in hers and looking up at him and telling him that if he ever finds himself at a loss somewhere and with nowhere to go, come to the pearl clan. Come find her. She'll help him, she swears it.

Ingo finds it a little odd, but she says it so sadly (plus there's a cute girl holding his hands dbkxjske) and so sincerely that he can't really bring himself to ask about it. Ingo nods and tells her yes, ok, he promises he'll come find her someday, they'll see each other again.

And Irida looking as though she might cry as she stands in front of the rift, telling Emmet to please, please, take good care of Ingo, spend lots of time with him... Treasure all of it, don't take it for granted, ok?

#ingirida #nobokai #pokemon irida #pokemon ingo #subway master ingo #I've seen more nobokai art on twitter finally thank you for the update pokemas I can finally water my crops WEH #just. so very very in love with the bittersweet angst this all makes possible #irida knows that something is going to happen but she doesn't know how and she doesn't know when #there's just not really anything she can do about it other than maybe try to soften the blow #I like imagining her being fascinated by Ingo in pasio though haha #he's so different! and yet he's still just the same as ever! #she sometimes has a hard time reconciling that this is the same man she knows back home #but she is fascinated seeing the origins of all his odd mannerisms and what he's like with his memories and with Emmet by his side #it maybe makes her a little homesick and makes her miss her Ingo back in Hisui #.....suddenly just remembered Ray's first reaction to pokemas Ingo after only knowing him in PLA: #'Also he sounds. So young and enthusiastic I wasn't ready.' #'Poor Ingo. He really doesn't look like he sounds like that anymore huh nwkzkkdkd' #so maybe more than anything Irida just gets sniped by Ingo's voice XD #gonna go to bed now dreaming of Irida being so so happy in a soft and content and slightly bittersweet way now that she finally gets to- #-meet Ingo's friends and family and hear him talk about home and learning all of these new things and seeing all these new sides of him... #submas #ingo #irida #pokemas

[bluestarlights]

ok the lore we have so far on the Infinity organisation and Frank is like really cool but like I feel like a lot of people forget about Ted (the security guy) having seen the whole shit happening in that creepy abandoned station

like you can't tell me that after the day he dropped Jake off at his mom that he wasn't like this for a solid week or two

seriously he's such an underrated character in terms of plot and if no one is going to do something with him than by god I might have to

#honestly the amount of things you can do with him is so much #also one of the ideas i have is that the gang starts getting concerned when they haven’t seen him in a while so they go to his office #and just que them seeing him like the pic above and also getting to find out about Frank #i feel like he's also trying to figure out who or what Frank is because as a security guard #he can't just let a seemingly dangerous person who can damage property/hurt people run around the place #plus i have this small headcanon that he secretly cares about the kids and he has a hunch that Frank might go after them #yknow seeing as how angry he got at the graffiti #cherry's rambles #subway surfers

[esprei]

do you think ingo and emmet took a sponsorship from subway and have subway ads all over the subway

#submas #inspired by a discord discussion #someone asked if i thought submas would eat at subway #and if they would be enthusiastic about it #ren if you ever happen to see this somehow shoutout to u #anyway i know the whole subway sandwich thing isn't new but i still think this is funny alskdfjl #also i think ingo would probably be enthusiastic about it